Qing Leng Master Rescue Plan

Jiang Xuanling was held by Li Mingjue, and the two walked to the depths of the forest. The night was hazy and remote.

"It's so hateful, that one is blind! How can you tell that I am the son of Master?"

Li Mingjue was still full of anger, and felt that the wife of the big man stole the wild man behind his back, and it was not without reason.

The eyes are too blind, and I don't know if the long eyes are used to breathe.

Jiang Xuanling glanced at him sideways, and couldn't help but chuckled and said, "He's not wrong. I am indeed much older than you, and I am your master. I am both a master and a student, and also a father and son."

"That's really strange. It's the first time I've heard that a father can put his son on the bed."

Li Mingjue stood aside with his old hen in his arms. He was always outspoken, saying what he had to say.

His mouth always moves faster than his brain, and after he finished speaking, he had to slow down for a while before he could figure out what the last sentence said.

"you………"

Jiang Xuanling pursed the corners of his lips slightly, under the night, the expression on his face also appeared to be half-bright and half asleep, he wanted to stop the little apprentice from saying such obscene words.

In other words, when two people do that thing, they can say a few words appropriately, it's just a matter of love in bed, and it doesn't hurt to say a few words.

But if it’s not possible to say that, especially in the middle of the night, in the wilderness, lonely and widowed, young and vigorous, Li Mingjue would still say such things.

This would make Jiang Xuanling mistakenly think that the little apprentice was hinting at him.

In order to quickly dispel this thought, Jiang Xuanling took the initiative to change the subject: "Didn't you want roast chicken? Then what are you waiting for?"

Li Mingjue has never killed a chicken in his life, not to mention that the old hen in his arms is quite obedient and cute. He was a little reluctant to let go of holding it for a while, so he excused: "I don't want to eat roast chicken anymore."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

Jiang Xuanling frowned and thought, pregnancy is like this, and what you want to eat also changes from time to time.

After all, it was the first time for the little apprentice to make a nest, so there must be many unfamiliar places. Although he had no experience, he was older than him after all.

Apart from being pampered, I can only be pampered, my own precious apprentice is not someone else's.

If even he is not pampered, who can be expected to be pampered?

"What do you want to eat, Master will find it for you."

Li Mingjue thought about it, and couldn't help but glanced at the waist of the master from the corner of his eyes, and quickly retracted it, and after a while, he couldn't help but glanced again.

It wasn't until after several glances that Jiang Xuanling was finally sure that the little apprentice did it on purpose.

Enduring and enduring, Jiang Xuanling squeezed his ten fingers together until the joints crackled. He took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the urge to pinch the apprentice's back and push him against the tree trunk.

Jiang Xuanling asked calmly as much as possible: "You think it through before you speak. What exactly do you want to eat?"

"West... watermelon."

Li Mingjue's mouth became dry again, he didn't think about it at all, and said something casually.

Even he himself doesn't know why, his body is very strange recently, he gets hot easily and sweats easily.I often feel unbearably thirsty, especially when in contact with Master, my mouth is even dry.

Several times he couldn't help but wanted to throw himself into Master's arms and beg for some water from Master.

They were all restrained by him.

This won't work, this won't work.

How can he be so coquettish? If things go on like this, won't he be completely inseparable from his master?

As long as he thinks about it, he will never be able to leave his master for a moment from now on. He will work on the bed at night, and practice double cultivation in every corner of the sect during the day. The people pushed and shoved, Master took a step forward, and he was forced to stagger forward...

Thinking of this, Li Mingjue's mouth became more and more parched, and he emphasized: "Watermelon! I want to eat watermelon! I want to eat it now!!!"

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

Where can he get a watermelon in this desolate country?

Even if Jiang Xuanling found the watermelon field, wouldn't he be the majestic suzerain of Tianxuan Mountain to steal melons from the field?

"Master, I said I want to eat watermelon..."

"Okay, you wait here, I will come as soon as I go."

Jiang Xuanling took a deep breath, and really couldn't bear to refuse.

Maybe it's not just Li Mingjue who wants to eat watermelon, but also the unborn child in his belly?

Thinking in this way, Jiang Xuanling was able to let go of his figure, found a melon field, did the most shameless thing in his life, ran to steal a big watermelon in the field.

In the end, he took out the silver and left it on the ground, and it was considered his purchase.

When he went back with the watermelon in his arms, he saw that Li Mingjue had already built a fire, holding the old hen on the fork, the sparks were crackling, he was squatting on the ground, his face was flushed by the light of the fire.

"Master, you are back...Ah, watermelon!"

Jiang Xuanling hugged the watermelon, and his expression became quite obscure. Looking at Li Mingjue's skillful movements, he couldn't help but said, "Didn't you say that you don't want to eat roast chicken?"

"Just now... suddenly, very, very suddenly, I want to eat again."

Li Mingjue blinked his eyes, put the grilled chicken on the rack, took the watermelon, and chopped it with a knife.

With a click, a big round watermelon immediately fell apart, with red flesh and black watermelon seeds, the juice flowed horizontally and wet Li Mingjue's hands.

"Ah, the flesh is so red, there is so much juice, it must be very sweet, thank you Master! Don't waste what you have."

Li Mingjue naturally lick|licked the watermelon juice dripping on the back of his hand in front of Jiang Xuanling.

Deliberately put his fingers in his mouth, looked at Jiang Xuanling with winking eyes, and said vaguely: "It's delicious, the watermelon that Master brought back is so sweet!"

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

Take another deep breath.

I secretly comforted myself that pregnancy is like this, and the reaction is normal, so I don't need to worry about it.

"Eat as much as you like."

Jiang Xuanling deliberately didn't look at Li Mingjue, and leaned close to the fire to help Li Mingjue roast the chicken, but he still couldn't help glancing at the little apprentice from the corner of his eye.

I want to see what the little apprentice is doing, and I don't want to miss any of his actions, not even a single expression.

However, seeing that Li Mingjue was really eating the watermelon, he was so concentrated that his little face was covered with watermelon juice, and he didn't feel anything.

For a moment, Jiang Xuanling felt that they were really just an ordinary couple, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, busy with farm work during the day and cuddling together at night.

There were a bunch of children running around in the house, and Li Mingjue complained to him with a mournful face, saying which son went out and caused trouble today, and fought with so-and-so, or that Jiang Xuanling came back late today, no one at home cooked, adults and children were all starving...

Thinking about it, Jiang Xuanling's face turned red again, and he quickly lowered his head, refusing to think any more.

"Master, do you want to taste the watermelon?"

Jiang Xuanling looked back at the pile of watermelon rinds, shook his head and said, "Master won't eat it, let Mingjue eat it."

"Master, the watermelon is too sweet, I ate it all by accident...but there is still roast chicken! Master must try it!"

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

He has already bigu, and he has no appetite.What's more, Li Mingjue didn't pluck his hair clean just now.

This old hen is very fat and looks oily.Jiang Xuanling really couldn't eat a single bite.

As usual, the grilled chicken was blown warm and handed to Li Mingjue.

"Master doesn't eat it, eat it clearly."

"No, Master has to eat."

Li Mingjue tore off the chicken leg, leaned over naturally, rode on Jiang Xuanling's lap, and sent the oily chicken leg to Jiang Xuanling's lips.

"Master, eat, eat, Master!"

"Master really doesn't eat."

Jiang Xuanling couldn't bear the weird atmosphere anymore.

Every step of the little apprentice looked very natural, without any pretentiousness.

But it was this naturalness that made Jiang Xuanling feel that he was hinting, teasing, and breaking down his psychological defense step by step.

But obviously, Li Mingjue did it too.

After dawdling in Jiang Xuanling's arms on purpose, Li Mingjue rode right under Jiang Xuanling's waist and abdomen, which was extremely precise.

The clothes of the two of them were very neat, and even their hair crowns were never messy.

It was too tidy and everything was too clean, which made Jiang Xuanling feel the weird atmosphere even more.

He tried to push the person down, but as soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly grabbed Li Mingjue's waist.

Pulling him into his arms, Jiang Xuanling held his hand and kissed those thin lips involuntarily, emotionally and unable to restrain himself.

The fire ignited at one point, and in a short while it became a prairie fire.

"Li Mingjue," Jiang Xuanling gritted his teeth, almost squeezing out every word, "That chicken leg is too fat, I...don't eat it!!!"

Just because he doesn't eat chicken legs doesn't mean that he will be able to spare Li Mingjue tonight.

Turning the person around by the waist, Li Mingjue knelt down on the ground with a thump, before realizing what happened.

The chicken legs in my hand disappeared.

"Wouldn't it be a waste if you don't eat the chicken that Master has worked so hard for you?"

Jiang Xuanling acted like a villain, feeding the chicken legs that were still dripping with oil to the little apprentice.

Afterwards, he went around to him, clamped his chin, and Jiang Xuanling forced him to ask: "Besides chicken legs, what else do foxes like to eat?"

Li Mingjue was so frightened that his whole body trembled violently, and he couldn't even speak properly.

There is no time to answer Master's question at all.

But soon, even if he wanted to answer, he couldn't.

Jiang Xuanling refused to give him a chance to speak, and completely tore up every word that Li Mingjue was about to quibble.

The vast night, the wilderness.

No one will come at all, and no one will know.

How did Li Mingjue, like a big gecko, was forced to hug the tree trunk and weep in a low voice, with Master's hoarse reprimands in his ears, and his shoes and socks disappeared in a panic.

Poorly stepping on the fallen leaves that were still a little bit wet, the toes were curled up with difficulty, and the tears dripped down the corners of the lips.

The rustling of forest leaves overhead disturbed the birds on the tree, flapping their wings and flying away.